by Tiana Laveen
“Ahhhh! Ahhhh!” She arched into him, her eyes feeling wide as she took in the ceiling, noticing the damned thing seemed to practically sparkle now. “Ahhhh… Oh God…” Her pelvis bumped and vibrated against him; he kept her steady in his strong grip as the pleasure exploded within, in a billion euphoric pieces.
“Goooood, baby….” He whispered in her ear, then gently layered kisses up and down her cheek. “Perfect…”
Panting, she found it difficult to catch her breath. He continued to gently kiss her, relaxing her just so. She finally settled and gradually ran the back of her hand over her forehead.
“Oh boy…that…that was intense.”
Cradling her, he looked down at her, a soft smile on his face. She smiled back.
“So, you think that would be enough?” She raised an eyebrow. “No, I need your dick, Julian.”
This caused him to laugh so hard, he rolled over and almost fell out the bed. She followed suit, caught in the moment.
“It looks like I’m a little too relaxed…just saying any ol’ thing.”
“No, no,” he said, composing himself. “That’s good. I believe in complete honestly, especially about things like this. You need to speak up when you want something from me.” He leaned over and gently kissed her lips, then lay back down.
“It was really good. I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm like that before…whatever the hell you did…”
He ran a hand along his cock, then he pulled his underwear partially down.
“Julian, stop playing.” She was going to hit him, and hit him hard, if he didn’t get this show on the road.
He cracked up laughing even louder this time, his hand landing lazily against his tight abs.
“Oh shit… You are so funny. I love it.”
Unable to take it anymore, she rolled over on top of him and tugged at the damn things. His cock seemed to swell against her groin; her wet panties bunched as she grinded against him and kissed him longingly. Burying his hand in the back of her hair, he kissed her just as diligently in return, and grinded against her, his pelvis working her to the bone.
A white boy with rhythm…it gets no better…
“Take ’em off…” he instructed between intense kisses.
She did as told, snatching his drawers down to his damn ankles. He kicked them away, but she didn’t notice where they’d landed because her eyes were too busy sizing this motherfucker up! Her mouth salivated at the sight before her. The long, thick member, veiny, and a couple shades darker than the rest of his body called her pussy by name. Equally amazing was the size of his balls, and though he had his share of pubic hair, he’d trimmed the black strands neatly. As she assessed him, mesmerized, he suddenly rose and cupped her dripping wet pussy with the cradle of his palm, then snatched the wet underwear off, causing it to fly across the room. He buried his head in between her breasts, then kissed them, his affections soft and warming…and then, he paused.
“Hold up…”
“Mmmmm,” she moaned and sat up, confused.
“All right, hold on a sec.” He grunted as he reached toward his nightstand, pulled out the top drawer, and removed a box of unopened Magnums. He tore the damned thing open with his teeth, like a ravenous beast impeded by a thin barrier from his main course. Grabbing the base of his cock, he slid the thing on in a perfect, swift motion. His dick looked so thick and juicy, it seemed the extra large condom would not suffice. That alone turned up her internal heat impossibly hotter and higher.
It’s always the tall, slender mothafuckers that are packin’…
“Mmmmm…nice dick.” Unable to resist, she reached down and touched it, making it bob back and forth.
“He told me to tell you ‘thank you.’”
They both burst out laughing and before she knew it, she was rolling around like a ball down a slope when he grabbed her and turned her on her back. He smiled down at her, looking like a naughty little boy that got a one-day pass to get a little pussy, and before she could say a short prayer, he slid the thick head inside of her, making her scoot toward the headboard at the unbelievably tight introduction.
“Dammmmmn….” He moaned low and throaty, clinging close to her, wrapping his body around hers so that she could barely breathe. His warm breaths coated her as his hands found their place against her hips. He took slow, shallow thrusts with only an inch or two at a time, opening her up. He threw his head back in abandon. “Fuck! You feel so damn good! Shit!” Those sweet, flowery words he’d given her moments before were now replaced with the sexual utterances of a man wanting to give in to his primal desires.
Despite the monster between his legs, he was as gentle and loving as one could possibly be. “So tight…baby…” He groaned and slowly closed his eyes, disappearing within himself as he continued to push in and out of her, ever so careful. Then, he went a bit deeper…
Shit!
“Ahhhh! Ah…” She pushed on his pelvis, trying to slow his already snail-like pace.
Damn, he is huge…
“Does it hurt?” He paused, concern etched in his eyes.
“It’s just been a while…” She smiled sadly, pissed at how the situation was going down. In her mind, she had butterflies and lilies all over the place, a fairy dripping pretty, pink sparkling dust all over them, and the sun rose and set on their bobbing asses. Towards the end, they were supposed to be hanging from the chandeliers, singing songs of utter enchantment with vibrant melodies and then eating breakfast in bed, by candlelight… turkey bacon for her and tofu for him.
“I’ll take it a little slower…” He lovingly kissed her forehead and continued on until he was invested in a rhythm, pumping with due diligence and fortitude. “Is it getting better?” he asked with a school-boy grin, right before layering her chin and neck with sweet pecks.
She realized it didn’t matter if it had been a year or one hour since her last sexual encounter. Julian’s cock was enormous, and it would take some getting used to, but damn did he know how to work it…
“Yes, it…it feels good now…real good…ohhh…” She held him a bit tighter, wrapped her thighs snugly around his narrow waist as he dove that big dick in and out of her, leaving her inked from the inside out. “Oh shit…” she gasped, barely able to keep afloat. The goodness turned into greatness, twisting her every way but loose. Relief was coming, in a way she never dreamed possible. She whined and braced herself, about to explode! The feeling crept from her stomach, inched its swarthy way down to her pussy petals, and hit the buzzer as he bumped lightly with each forward motion into her swollen love. Then, he sealed her fate when he rose on his arms, intensity showing in his eyes, love all across his damn face. He winked at her then, and she warmed with an internal squeal of delight as he marched within, faster and faster. Wrapping one hand across his ass cheek, she felt the damned thing compressing and the dimples on the side of his hip collapsing with each hard propel within her.
“Uhhhhh! Uhhh, shit!” He bit into his bottom lip and drew closer to her, keeping himself only slightly raised as he looked between their bodies, no doubt watching his own dick disappear and show again while he fucked her like he meant it. He ran his tongue along her earlobe, and hummed. The oddest thing, yet so befitting.
What song is that?
Then, she realized, it was no song at all. The vibration flowed through her temple and his thumb made tiny wet outlines across her clit as he kept pumping within her.
This sneaky, strange bastard!
“Ahhhh, ah!” She hugged him tighter.
“Release it…let it go!” he encouraged, as if feeling her astonishment that she was about to cum again. He slicked his thumb faster across her sensitive nub and dominated her entire form with his words, the pressure from his hard, strong body, his hand dedicated to her pleasure and his dick pushing her wide open, plunging deeper and farther than the depths of Hell. “Uhhhhh!” He grunted, his face reddened as a vein in the middle of his forehead and the side of his neck bulged. His eyes hooded, h
e gripped her thigh, heartily propelling inside her with no apologies. “Uhhhh, baby! Cum for me, baby…cum for me!”
…And she did as he asked.
“Ahhhh! Ahhhhhhh!” As if having an out of body experience merged with a spiritual awakening, she virtually climbed off the bed and hung from that archetypal chandelier she’d yearned for. So what that it happened all in her mind, she loved it all the same. Loved how he clung to her, keeping her tight in his grip, and ensured her hips stayed home to meet his continued demanding thrusts. He increased his pace, no doubt losing control of himself. Even a man like Julian had his limits with patience, and from the look in his eyes, his time was up…
“Ahhhh….Oh God…” Milan sighed as she fell back against the bed, suddenly aware that she was covered in sweat and hotter than a stolen car on a one hundred degree day. Her body had conked out, and now, all she could do was stare up at the man, who was pounding deep inside of her, making her feel every damn inch of his rock, hard arduous nature.
“Uhhhhh!!! Almost there!” he cried.
“Do it, let me see it!” she urged, suddenly filled with renewed life.
“Where do you want it?!” he screamed, fighting against the clock and his demanding cock.
“Cum on my stomach…”
Julian suddenly pulled out of her and ripped the condom off, causing a popping noise. Grasping one of her breasts, he stared into her eyes and pumped his dick a few, hard and fast strokes, forcing his copious, creamy load to shoot onto her tummy. “Uhhhh! Uhhhh! Mmmm!” he groaned, jerking his dick hard and rigorously, covering her in his liquid appreciation. “Uhhhh….shit!” He sat up on his knees for a spell, his eyes closed, his heavily tattooed chest heaving, and breathed hard and heavy. Ropey strands of sweat flowed down the man’s face like shower water in slow motion as his body glistened and contorted, making those damned tattoos dance as if they had legs, rhythm and reason…
He was…so beautifully made.
Milan looked up at him, her eyes struggling to focus as bits of blurriness took over her vision. During moments of clarity, she gained her appreciation of such a masculine, stunning display. Even if he had not had one illustration on his toned, fit, body, he still would be a walking piece of art that she wanted to study, savor and devour with her mind, body, and now, her tattooed soul. Julian’s temple shook against her, as if having an aftershock. He swallowed hard, let out a fractured breath. She was afraid to blink, afraid she’d miss one glimmer of magnificence. She stared at his dick, now only half erect, trembling at the sight of its splendor, and surveyed the mess he made on her. Dare she admit it, the sight of it turned her the hell on. Following her eyes, he glanced down at her, now reminded of his dick painting… Shades of white…
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Chapter Eight
“You want to take a bath together?” he offered, sounding a bit winded.
Milan nodded and sat up slightly, afraid to disturb the sheets too much, lest she get everything sticky. She had no reason to worry. Julian excused himself, and in the distance, she could hear him preparing the waters, tinkling around in the bathroom. She noted the fast moving shadows, but not too fast…no, just the right pace to let her know he was hurrying, but not rushing.
Soon, he was back at her side and lifting her in his arms. Incense smoke bellowed from behind him in lazy clouds, daring to be observed as they waved their flagrant scents for them to enjoy. He carried her away like a new bride, looking lovingly down at her as the incense continued to pet her face and kiss her nose with pecks of Egyptian musk. When they’d entered the blue and black tiled bathroom, she was in awe how he’d taken the time to place on some new music, some funky chill remix of Freddie Joachim’s, ‘Sweep Away my Sorrows’. He’d lit flickering jade tea candles that made the bathroom dance with sensual flames…
So romantic…
He lowered her into the water—at the perfect temperature—filled with glorious clear, iridescent bubbles and ripples that framed her languid form.
I feel so relaxed, so alive…
From the safety of her new wetland digs, she observed him remove two thick washcloths and towels from the slender shutter closet door inside their aquatic retreat. He laid them down on the toilet seat, then turned to her and placed one long muscular leg after the other inside the basin, until he was sitting on the opposite end, his feet on either side of her. The mischievous glimmer in his eye delighted her soul, called to her on so many levels. The drip of the faucet added the perfect percussion sound as they both just simmered, enjoying one another, melting into silence. The exchange remained nonverbal for quite some time, their shared glances saying enough. They said nothing, but said everything. No words exchanged for the time being…
The, he broke the quiet with the simplest and purest of declarations, while he moved his fingers along the edge of the tub, as if trying to remove a stain, or a sticker that refused to budge. “I’m not through with you.”
He shifted a bit in the water, causing it to crash against her breasts, now growing a wee bit cold while the rest of her simmered hot and bothered right below the surface.
“When we get out of this tub, I plan to have you again and again, until I’m too tired to do it anymore…and after I rest, I’m going to eat your damn pussy…then I’ll be inside of you again…until…the break…of dawn.” He slicked his long tongue over his lips, his gaze hooded.
“What about what I want? What about my wishes?” she teased, no doubt looking coy as her pussy throbbed from his commanding words.
“These are your wishes. And I’m in the granting business.”
“Well.” She grinned, looking at her toes that peeked up out of the water as they grazed against his upper thighs. “Since you think you know everything, what do I wish for right now?”
“I’ve already figured that out, too. You’re spending the night. The groceries can wait until the morning. Your wish is my command, baby…” And before she could respond, protest or tell him that her pussy was wet again but the damn tub filled with sudsy water covered her truth, he rose on all fours, crawled to her like a prowling lion. The water sloshed about, but her gaze fixed on his eyes that were full of deviancy, like the dark smile on his handsome face…
Fuck!
*
“This is called St. John’s Wort.”
“That sounds like something a Catholic occultist puts in a pot,” Milan quipped as they sat at Julian’s black granite kitchen table, her groceries piled into the man’s refrigerator, making it now at full capacity. She was surprised it didn’t burst at the shiny, black seams. The guy insisted on purchasing them when she was more than capable of getting her own things. He also slipped some of that ‘funny food’ into her cart, the kind with only three or four ingredients written on the back and looked as if it had been pulled up by the root from some old lady’s overgrown backyard. She pretended to not notice as she pulled the strings from his over-sized black hoodie she now wore and lowered her gaze once again to her bowl of cereal…
Cereal…
A nasty taste coated her tongue like prickly pickle juice as a troubling memory bubbled up from the recesses of something hidden and locked away like the long, lost hellacious ordeal that it had been. She hadn’t thought about it since her mother’s passing, yet here it was, filling her mouth with puddles of saliva that made her want to vomit…
Vomit…
Mom threw up a lot towards the end…couldn’t keep any food down. But she kept down the cereal.
The memory had been awakened the day after she’d met Julian, but now, it demanded center stage.
“…It had to be done just right,” Milan mumbled as she ran the spoon through the bowl of vanilla coconut milk and the Captain Crunch she insisted upon, despite Julian’s warnings regarding the dyes.
“What had to be done just right, baby?” he asked as he popped a thin, wheat cracker into his mouth and closed the refrigerator door.
“Her cereal. If…If I had the dried fruit in there, the apples, you know
, from the oatmeal, then I had to pick it all out… but she didn’t want the plain oatmeal; she’d throw up that. No, it had to be apple, but without the apples, and it had to be a specific store bought brand, not Quaker. She could tell the difference. I had to go to that store, because no other stores carried it…” Milan didn’t understand what she was saying or why, but doing so felt cathartic. So she treaded forward, dragging her internal craziness right along for the ride.
Julian kept mum, just moved casually about, shirtless, his jeans unbuttoned at the waist, like he belonged in the web of insanity of her declarations. He’d unbuttoned them as soon as they got home, giving her more evidence that his comfort level with her had increased tenfold.
He nodded as she spoke, as if she were singing a song that he liked and acknowledged, then casually grabbed a shiny red apple from a ceramic bowl on his kitchen island, leaned against the counter, legs crossed, and bit into the thing. His eyes, so blue, said so much, and that dark hair fell all over his shoulders, now with a slight wave from their mutual shower earlier that morning—the one where he caressed her shoulders so slowly all the while sucking on the side of her neck, and rocked inside of her until she fell apart against the slick, wet wall…
He chewed noisily, his brows dipped in deep deliberation. Transfixed by the sight of him, she felt as if she could just do this—this shit that she didn’t want to do, but felt compelled to. As if sensing her internal struggle, he looked down at his bare feet, strong limbs covered in veins and a small baby toe on each foot that turned awkwardly towards the others as if needing their opinions to simply walk. She grinned at the notion, but the joy was brief, so very brief…
“Keep going…”
His urgings sounded like song lyrics, drifting on deaf musical notes that no one heard, but loud and clear to her.
“The cereal, I’d put it on a tray.”
“What color was the tray?” He took another bite of his apple and looked down at his long hands, nonchalantly studying them.